Natasha looked at the flimsy boat
with trepidation. They were supposed to
sit on those flimsy wooden struts? They
would certainly have numb bums after a few minutes. She sniffed.
The smell of the resin and the wood impregnated her senses and stayed
with her as her eyes roamed the horizon.
The still blue water was an unknown quantity, deep, dangers lurking
underneath the calm exterior.

Mark looked at his niece. If only he had been able to have children he
would have shared this moment with them but now Natasha looked very
nervous.

About Me

I’m a woman of a certain age with grown up children who have children of their own.
I was lucky enough to find love a second time and have been happily married to my wonderful Dave for 11years now.
Having had some health issues I appreciate my family more and more each day.